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Now back to work, full steam & back to life as it was...this am, I had a reminder of my chemo, some numbness in the fingers & feet...a great reminder I'm still around...called my wife to arrange a quick getaway with the kids sometime this summer...it's easy to jump back in to life and forget how lucky we are sometimes...the numbness is a good reminder for me and I'm happy when it's around.
I had written a letter to my friends & family after I came out of chemo. Those of you on this board were so helpful and supportive I wanted to share it so here it is:
___________
Dear Friends and Family,
I am writing to thank all of you for all of your cards, thoughts and prayers over the past several months.
I had my last chemotherapy treatment toward the end of April. I recently had various tests to determine the status of my cancer – I am very happy to let everyone know that there were no signs of remaining cancer and I am officially in remission. I will continue to go for regular checkups, but the chance of recurrence is very low.
It has been a very interesting experience. If I had a choice, I would not want to have gone through this, and I would never want anyone I know to go through it…but having been through it, it is an experience I would not trade for anything.
Dominique, the kids and I did have some enjoyable moments. I let Mikayla and Mitch shave my head early on. They got a kick out of that. Mikayla videotaped the event and Mitch did the shaving. Mikayla said I looked good, and she really could not see much of a difference; Mitch said I looked like an egg. For the record, Mitch was right.
You really can find humor in everything too – never take yourself seriously. About 2/3rds of the way through the chemo I was at my lowest, physically & mentally. I had to check back in the hospital for some complications and one night, at about 3am, I was trying to urinate in one of the small containers nurses make you use to monitor your output….anyway, there I was 30 pounds under my normal weight, white as a ghost, shaking and hairless…picture ET when they found him in the riverbed. And as I’m at the edge of my bed, I caught my reflection in a wall mirror and actually laughed out loud…I had never seen such a pathetic sight. The laugh did me good; it had been a while.
I wish there were words to express how grateful I am to Dominique. I believe it was hardest on her. I was doing something for my cancer, while she could only watch. Watching in situations like this is always harder. She did everything – took care of the kids, drove me to every hospital visit, brought me every meal in the hospital and mostly, gave me strength and love. If I feared anything, it was that I always pictured us growing old, and I could not bear to think of something taking that away.
The most difficult time was the call to my parents to let them know I had cancer. I phoned the night before my surgery. Having kids, I know I would gladly go through chemo 10 times before I’d see them suffer for a day. I still do not like to think of how difficult it must have been for them. But they gave me great hope and courage.
My brother and sister, Mike and Ali, were wonderful. I’ve always been close to them, but now we call each other much more often and I always let them know I love them when we hang up. Ali called Dominique daily. Mike came down to see me in the hospital during that low period I mentioned. I welled up with tears when he left.
My mother and father in law were there the whole way. They come down to help out during the first couple weeks and every Sunday night I got a call from my father in law wishing me well for the coming weeks treatments. My sister in law France, her husband Steve and son Yann also came down as well and she and my other sister in law Nancy took the kids skiing for a week in Canada. The support & help was great.
I had the chance to catch up with some good friends I’ve had since I was a kid. My childhood friend since I was 8, Ken, called me quite a bit to check in. He’s was an inspiration but he probably did not know it. You realize that your best friends will always be there and that looking back - some of the best times of my life – were spent with him. Having a friend like Ken makes life worthwhile and I hope all those I care about get to have a friend like him.
My Oncologist, Dr. Benedetto and his team were outstanding. He is in the business of saving lives and has a passion for what he does. In the hospital he’d stop by at midnight some days, and at 6am other days. He is a noted authority for my type cancer and therefore people come to see him from all parts. I don’t know when he sleeps. I think we all want to make a difference in the world…to help others – he does make differences daily. He saved my life and I am grateful to him.
On my last week in the hospital, Dominique arrived at my room ahead of me. She decorated the room with all of the cards, posters, letters and drawings that all of you sent. The walls and windows were covered. Tears filled my eyes. I could barely keep from crying. It doesn’t take a village – it takes family and close friends.
Thank you all very much. I will always remember what you did for me.
Pete
Now back to work, full steam & back to life as it was...this am, I had a reminder of my chemo, some numbness in the fingers & feet...a great reminder I'm still around...called my wife to arrange a quick getaway with the kids sometime this summer...it's easy to jump back in to life and forget how lucky we are sometimes...the numbness is a good reminder for me and I'm happy when it's around.
I had written a letter to my friends & family after I came out of chemo. Those of you on this board were so helpful and supportive I wanted to share it so here it is:
___________
Dear Friends and Family,
I am writing to thank all of you for all of your cards, thoughts and prayers over the past several months.
I had my last chemotherapy treatment toward the end of April. I recently had various tests to determine the status of my cancer – I am very happy to let everyone know that there were no signs of remaining cancer and I am officially in remission. I will continue to go for regular checkups, but the chance of recurrence is very low.
It has been a very interesting experience. If I had a choice, I would not want to have gone through this, and I would never want anyone I know to go through it…but having been through it, it is an experience I would not trade for anything.
Dominique, the kids and I did have some enjoyable moments. I let Mikayla and Mitch shave my head early on. They got a kick out of that. Mikayla videotaped the event and Mitch did the shaving. Mikayla said I looked good, and she really could not see much of a difference; Mitch said I looked like an egg. For the record, Mitch was right.
You really can find humor in everything too – never take yourself seriously. About 2/3rds of the way through the chemo I was at my lowest, physically & mentally. I had to check back in the hospital for some complications and one night, at about 3am, I was trying to urinate in one of the small containers nurses make you use to monitor your output….anyway, there I was 30 pounds under my normal weight, white as a ghost, shaking and hairless…picture ET when they found him in the riverbed. And as I’m at the edge of my bed, I caught my reflection in a wall mirror and actually laughed out loud…I had never seen such a pathetic sight. The laugh did me good; it had been a while.
I wish there were words to express how grateful I am to Dominique. I believe it was hardest on her. I was doing something for my cancer, while she could only watch. Watching in situations like this is always harder. She did everything – took care of the kids, drove me to every hospital visit, brought me every meal in the hospital and mostly, gave me strength and love. If I feared anything, it was that I always pictured us growing old, and I could not bear to think of something taking that away.
The most difficult time was the call to my parents to let them know I had cancer. I phoned the night before my surgery. Having kids, I know I would gladly go through chemo 10 times before I’d see them suffer for a day. I still do not like to think of how difficult it must have been for them. But they gave me great hope and courage.
My brother and sister, Mike and Ali, were wonderful. I’ve always been close to them, but now we call each other much more often and I always let them know I love them when we hang up. Ali called Dominique daily. Mike came down to see me in the hospital during that low period I mentioned. I welled up with tears when he left.
My mother and father in law were there the whole way. They come down to help out during the first couple weeks and every Sunday night I got a call from my father in law wishing me well for the coming weeks treatments. My sister in law France, her husband Steve and son Yann also came down as well and she and my other sister in law Nancy took the kids skiing for a week in Canada. The support & help was great.
I had the chance to catch up with some good friends I’ve had since I was a kid. My childhood friend since I was 8, Ken, called me quite a bit to check in. He’s was an inspiration but he probably did not know it. You realize that your best friends will always be there and that looking back - some of the best times of my life – were spent with him. Having a friend like Ken makes life worthwhile and I hope all those I care about get to have a friend like him.
My Oncologist, Dr. Benedetto and his team were outstanding. He is in the business of saving lives and has a passion for what he does. In the hospital he’d stop by at midnight some days, and at 6am other days. He is a noted authority for my type cancer and therefore people come to see him from all parts. I don’t know when he sleeps. I think we all want to make a difference in the world…to help others – he does make differences daily. He saved my life and I am grateful to him.
On my last week in the hospital, Dominique arrived at my room ahead of me. She decorated the room with all of the cards, posters, letters and drawings that all of you sent. The walls and windows were covered. Tears filled my eyes. I could barely keep from crying. It doesn’t take a village – it takes family and close friends.
Thank you all very much. I will always remember what you did for me.
Pete
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